We enjoyed surprising Joseph and his friend Chet this afternoon as they came in for the weigh-in at a bass tourney they fished today. The Tombigbee River. Clark and his dad. My beautiful Boo. Three generations watch as the fished are weighed. Love these guys.

I’m drawing a blank as to what to blog about tonight. I’ve literally been thinking about it all day long and nothing is there. Natta. Zilch. Empty. So, I’m just gonna ramble on what’s all going through my head right now. Can’t believe I’ll have a Senior starting Monday. I do believe that when I […]

You have things like this cluttering up your dining room table. Ordinary objects get used for unordinary uses. There are always fishing poles propped in at least one corner of your house somewhere. And teenage boys show up at random in your kitchen. I wouldn’t have it any other way.